Amores
Ovid
Ovid. Ovid's Art of Love (in three Books), the Remedy of Love, the Art of Beauty, the Court of Love, the History of Love, and Amours. Dryden, John, et al., translator. New York: Calvin Blanchard, 1855.
- Of serpent's teeth transform'd to human seed!
- Of dancing woods, and moving rocks, that throng
- To hear sweet Orpheus, and Amphion's song ?
- How oft do the Heliades bemoan,
- In tears of gum, the fall of Phaeton!
- The sun from Atreus' table frightened flies,
- And backward drives his chariot in the skies.
- Those now are nymphs that lately were a fleet;
- Poetic license ever was so great.
- But none did credit to these fictions give,
- Or for true history such tales receive,
- And though Corinna in my songs is fair,
- Let none conclude she's like her picture there.
- The fable she with hasty faith receiv'd,
- And what, so very well she lik'd, believ'd.
- But since so ill she does the poet use,
- 'Tis time her vanity to disabuse.
- My wife, a native of Phaliscan plains,
- Where the rich soils enrich the lab'ring swains,
- Where purple grapes and golden apples grow,